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sga_flashfic-title- Mother's Dinner
-author- Sophonisba (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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-warnings- Discussion of organ meats, things that some people may feel do not belong at the dinner table, and perhaps of things that do not belong in meatloaf.
-timeframe- Between "Thirty-Eight Minutes" and "Suspicion."
-spoilers- I don't think this has any.
-characters- Teyla, Sheppard, Ford, Rodney, Carson, Elizabeth, Stackhouse
-disclaimer- SGA, of course, is not mine. I take no responsibility for the nutritional value of any of the foods listed herein..
-word count- 792
-summary- With cultural interchange, there will be disjunction. Sometimes at mealtimes.
Mother's Dinner
"I still think," Teyla said as AR-1 walked down the hall to the mess, "it would have been wiser to trade for the livers. You have the cold storage..."
"Yes," Ford pointed out, "but it's liver. Who wants to eat liver?"
"I am quite fond of liver," Teyla said. "It is rich and filling."
"So am I," Carson Beckett said, emerging from a transporter and falling into step with them. "My mum used to make it for dinner."
"So did mine," Rodney McKay said, going on to happily if raggedly chorus with Carson "Liver and onions...."
"My mom made chicken and rice," Sheppard contributed. "Ten thousand recipes for chicken and rice."
"Some of them were probably the same as my mom's," Rodney said. "Did she do the casserole thing?"
"Oh, and cabbage," Carson went on. "My mum had this thing she did with cabbage and some greens and a bit of sausage..."
"Grandma has a chicken tortilla casserole with green peppers and olives," Ford added. "I think every lady in the Women's Circle wants to know her secret. And then there's her meatloaf..."
"Meatloaf night tonight, sir," Sergeant Stackhouse said at the end of the line.
"Oh, hey," Rodney said happily.
"I love meatloaf," Ford agreed, "even if nobody else's is quite as good as Grandma's meatloaf."
"My mother makes the best meatloaf I've ever had," Stackhouse said, "but everyone makes it a little differently, so I've never had any that someone made quite like Ma." He sniffed appreciatively. "This smells pretty close, even if it's that whatever-it-was Sergeant Bates's team brought in, sir."
The line moved forward.
People were served slices of meatloaf or helpings of some dish of noodles and unidentifiable vegetable matter.
"Hey, be careful with the citrus noodles!" Rodney said sharply, and Teyla's attention was caught until a plate was handed to her with a slice of the... meatloaf.
Numbly, she followed the rest of AR-1 and Carson to a nearby table where Elizabeth Weir was sitting by herself.
"I didn't actually have the kind of meatloaf you'd call meatloaf at home when I was growing up," Sheppard was saying after they'd made their excuses and Elizabeth professed herself delighted to have company at dinner. "Then I left home and they served it everywhere."
Elizabeth nodded. "We had Salisbury steak, but not meatloaf. I was happy to have it at school, because it was one more thing that, well, that seemed normal."
Rodney snorted, although it might have been a side-effect of a tremendous first bite.
"This is made of... " Teyla said tentatively, looking at the slice of meatloaf in front of her. Behind them, several of the Athosians had apparently stopped in front of the servers with similar expressions on their faces.
"Beef, bread, eggs, sauces, spices," Ford shrugged. "I used to help Grandma make it."
Rodney swallowed. "This is made of those goat-things Bates's team found instead of beef, but the principle's the same."
"The locals called them sheep," Private Franklin called from the next table over, "but they were clearly goat-things."
"It is just," Teyla explained, lips beginning to quirk, "that it looks very much like birth-loaf."
Jinto and Wex, two tables over, began to laugh. So, less noisily, did most of the Athosians in the dinner line, thankfully beginning to make their choices and move again.
"Birth-loaf?" Elizabeth asked, cutting a slice of her meatloaf.
"The family prepares it right away, while you are still tired from your labor and perhaps feeding the newborn," Teyla explained, "and then you eat your nourishing birth-loaf, to help you regain your strength."
Most of her table-companions were nodding and eating. Sheppard was trying to get a stubborn plastic packet of mustard open, and Carson said thoughtfully, "I suppose the bread would provide the quick fix and the meat more long-term nourishment, as the case might be."
Teyla nodded, cutting off a piece of meatloaf. "And now that it is done with its task of feeding the unborn, you eat it so that that of you you put into it will not be lost." She popped the morsel in and chewed thoughtfully.
Most of the other people at the table, on the other hand, were one by one setting their utensils back on the table as they fixed her with appalled looks. Sheppard, after a quick glance, made great show of busying himself with applying mustard to his steamed vegetables.
Rodney went on shoveling in meatloaf. "That makes sense," he said in between bites, "although I bet it'd taste more like liver than normal beef meatloaf does. Or this."
Teyla tilted her head, considering, and helped herself to a slice of Ford's canned pear.
-author- Sophonisba (
saphanibaal)-warnings- Discussion of organ meats, things that some people may feel do not belong at the dinner table, and perhaps of things that do not belong in meatloaf.
-timeframe- Between "Thirty-Eight Minutes" and "Suspicion."
-spoilers- I don't think this has any.
-characters- Teyla, Sheppard, Ford, Rodney, Carson, Elizabeth, Stackhouse
-disclaimer- SGA, of course, is not mine. I take no responsibility for the nutritional value of any of the foods listed herein..
-word count- 792
-summary- With cultural interchange, there will be disjunction. Sometimes at mealtimes.
Mother's Dinner
"I still think," Teyla said as AR-1 walked down the hall to the mess, "it would have been wiser to trade for the livers. You have the cold storage..."
"Yes," Ford pointed out, "but it's liver. Who wants to eat liver?"
"I am quite fond of liver," Teyla said. "It is rich and filling."
"So am I," Carson Beckett said, emerging from a transporter and falling into step with them. "My mum used to make it for dinner."
"So did mine," Rodney McKay said, going on to happily if raggedly chorus with Carson "Liver and onions...."
"My mom made chicken and rice," Sheppard contributed. "Ten thousand recipes for chicken and rice."
"Some of them were probably the same as my mom's," Rodney said. "Did she do the casserole thing?"
"Oh, and cabbage," Carson went on. "My mum had this thing she did with cabbage and some greens and a bit of sausage..."
"Grandma has a chicken tortilla casserole with green peppers and olives," Ford added. "I think every lady in the Women's Circle wants to know her secret. And then there's her meatloaf..."
"Meatloaf night tonight, sir," Sergeant Stackhouse said at the end of the line.
"Oh, hey," Rodney said happily.
"I love meatloaf," Ford agreed, "even if nobody else's is quite as good as Grandma's meatloaf."
"My mother makes the best meatloaf I've ever had," Stackhouse said, "but everyone makes it a little differently, so I've never had any that someone made quite like Ma." He sniffed appreciatively. "This smells pretty close, even if it's that whatever-it-was Sergeant Bates's team brought in, sir."
The line moved forward.
People were served slices of meatloaf or helpings of some dish of noodles and unidentifiable vegetable matter.
"Hey, be careful with the citrus noodles!" Rodney said sharply, and Teyla's attention was caught until a plate was handed to her with a slice of the... meatloaf.
Numbly, she followed the rest of AR-1 and Carson to a nearby table where Elizabeth Weir was sitting by herself.
"I didn't actually have the kind of meatloaf you'd call meatloaf at home when I was growing up," Sheppard was saying after they'd made their excuses and Elizabeth professed herself delighted to have company at dinner. "Then I left home and they served it everywhere."
Elizabeth nodded. "We had Salisbury steak, but not meatloaf. I was happy to have it at school, because it was one more thing that, well, that seemed normal."
Rodney snorted, although it might have been a side-effect of a tremendous first bite.
"This is made of... " Teyla said tentatively, looking at the slice of meatloaf in front of her. Behind them, several of the Athosians had apparently stopped in front of the servers with similar expressions on their faces.
"Beef, bread, eggs, sauces, spices," Ford shrugged. "I used to help Grandma make it."
Rodney swallowed. "This is made of those goat-things Bates's team found instead of beef, but the principle's the same."
"The locals called them sheep," Private Franklin called from the next table over, "but they were clearly goat-things."
"It is just," Teyla explained, lips beginning to quirk, "that it looks very much like birth-loaf."
Jinto and Wex, two tables over, began to laugh. So, less noisily, did most of the Athosians in the dinner line, thankfully beginning to make their choices and move again.
"Birth-loaf?" Elizabeth asked, cutting a slice of her meatloaf.
"The family prepares it right away, while you are still tired from your labor and perhaps feeding the newborn," Teyla explained, "and then you eat your nourishing birth-loaf, to help you regain your strength."
Most of her table-companions were nodding and eating. Sheppard was trying to get a stubborn plastic packet of mustard open, and Carson said thoughtfully, "I suppose the bread would provide the quick fix and the meat more long-term nourishment, as the case might be."
Teyla nodded, cutting off a piece of meatloaf. "And now that it is done with its task of feeding the unborn, you eat it so that that of you you put into it will not be lost." She popped the morsel in and chewed thoughtfully.
Most of the other people at the table, on the other hand, were one by one setting their utensils back on the table as they fixed her with appalled looks. Sheppard, after a quick glance, made great show of busying himself with applying mustard to his steamed vegetables.
Rodney went on shoveling in meatloaf. "That makes sense," he said in between bites, "although I bet it'd taste more like liver than normal beef meatloaf does. Or this."
Teyla tilted her head, considering, and helped herself to a slice of Ford's canned pear.
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Date: 2008-04-03 09:24 pm (UTC)Oh RODNEY!
*dies laughing*
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Date: 2008-04-04 03:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-03 09:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-04 03:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-03 09:46 pm (UTC)I love your little cultural differences fics!
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Date: 2008-04-04 05:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-03 10:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-04 06:39 pm (UTC)But yes -- Rodney sees no reason to let theoretical discussion distract him from the Important Things in life, such as meatloaf. ^_^
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Date: 2008-04-03 10:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-04 06:54 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-04-04 02:21 am (UTC)I remember my 9th grade biology teacher talking about the practice of eating it and the entire class going bonkers. lol
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Date: 2008-04-06 05:24 am (UTC)Out of curiosity, was your teacher talking about placentophagy in humans or in other mammals?
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Date: 2008-04-06 08:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-04 09:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-06 05:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-04 02:06 pm (UTC)Don't get it. Help....?
explanations
Date: 2008-04-04 06:52 pm (UTC)The medical risks and benefits of this are hotly debated, as is the inherent squickworthiness. (For what it's worth, most of the medical risks fall under "eating somebody else's" or "doing stupid things with fresh meat.")
So Teyla's initial reaction was something on the order of "Dear Ancestors, whose is it?" and Elizabeth/Ford/Carson/people-at-surrounding-tables's was "....eeeeuwwww." Does that make more sense?
Re: explanations
Date: 2008-04-07 11:15 am (UTC)Had a few unfortunate, and unwanted, documentary flashbacks though.......
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Date: 2008-04-05 02:02 am (UTC)Most awesome ending ever. Rodney, I love you almost as much as I love Radek. The man really will eat anything. ^^
DragonLady
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Date: 2008-04-06 05:22 am (UTC)(Although to be fair, it wasn't as if he was being called upon to eat somebody's birth-loaf, either.)
Thank you for your kind compliments!
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Date: 2008-04-05 03:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-06 05:23 am (UTC)I sort of figure that whether or not you agree with Rodney's priorities, there's no denying that he has them.
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Date: 2008-04-06 05:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-07 10:31 am (UTC)Rodney's priorities are so logical it almost scares me
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Date: 2008-04-29 03:18 am (UTC)//Rodney's priorities are so logical it almost scares me.//
Well, his priorities do tend to be logical, except when they aren't. ^_^
Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2008-04-08 12:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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